Of Course I Believe in Ghosts

I write about ghosts, so people often ask me if I believe in them.

Of course I believe in ghosts. My real life experience with them is limited, I think, because I want it to be. Even though the one compelling experience I’ve had was pleasant and benign—a smiling, elderly man in a rumpled brown suit who nodded to me in an old house located on the campus of a historic boarding school—I don’t spend much time looking for ghosts. They are too unpredictable.

I believe in ghosts because I think th...